As for this place, it was clearly the underground base they mentioned, Iron City.
Fang Cheng sat poised on the Golden Throne.
Through Ira’s eyes, he watched these humans struggling to survive in the apocalypse, listening to their curses for food.
Two worlds, vastly different, perfectly overlapped in his mind through a spiritual thread.
Fang Cheng suddenly felt enlightened.
He had unknowingly established a spiritual connection with the natives of another world!
Back in the Otherworld, he had intervened, killing those monsters and averting the Hunter Squad’s demise.
To those desperate wasteland dwellers, such overwhelming power was nearly akin to a god’s descent.
Their fervent faith, generated at the edge of life and death, combined with the powerful image he left in their subconscious, pierced through the world barrier, leaving a clear marker in the Inner World’s starry sky.
This was absolutely a huge unexpected pleasure.
Fang Cheng rapidly withdrew his intention.
The surrounding green lichen and underground space rippled like water waves, quickly fading away.
His vision returned to the vast, silent Golden Hall.
Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his gaze resting on the four stars on the dome, his mind quickly calculating the underlying value.
This meant he effectively had four mobile "True Eyes" in that world filled with monsters, radiation, and unknown resources.
In the future, if he needed to cross again, to acquire the Otherworld’s unique high-level materials,
The coordinate anchors and real-time intelligence provided by these four believers would prove invaluable.
As his thoughts soared, Fang Cheng recalled the anomaly he sensed when descending upon Ira.
On the surface of Ira’s Spiritual Body, a dense layer of black spots adhered.
These spots crawled slowly, like parasites, continuously gnawing at her spiritual power.
It seemed to be the ubiquitous high-dimensional pollution in the Wasteland World and the long-term mental drain madness of Superpower Users.
If left unchecked, Ira’s sanity would eventually be crushed by these black spots.
She would likely become a mindless monster in the wasteland, and the star representing her would also extinguish accordingly.
Fang Cheng sat up straight on the throne.
Since the two-way link was now established, the role of the Sun Heart Net wasn’t limited to just that.
With this in mind, Fang Cheng immediately raised his right hand, his palm aiming at Ira’s dark red star.
Then his five fingers clenched sharply, making a pulling motion.
The Sun Heart Net responded instantly.
Fang Cheng used the entire Inner World as a power source, transforming the inter-world channel into a massive spiritual vacuum cleaner.
A domineering suction force reached out through the channel, piercing directly into Ira’s consciousness.
In the Otherworld, Underground Iron City.
Ira, with eyes closed in prayer, suddenly stiffened, the words stuck in her throat.
She felt a sharp pain in her brain, like needles piercing.
It seemed that something was being stripped away by an irresistible force.
The black spots adhered to Ira’s Spiritual Body clung desperately to her consciousness.
But in front of the terrifying suction of the Sun Heart Net, these pollutants resisted for only half a second before being uprooted.
They were completely extracted from Ira’s body through the spiritual channel.
The pain only lasted a moment.
As the last black spot was pulled away, an unprecedented sense of relief swept through her body.
Her mind became clearer than ever, the sluggishness she experienced while using Telekinesis vanished.
Those frantic thoughts that plagued her for years, causing her headaches deep in the night, seemed to be removed as well.
Ira’s eyes snapped open, her amber pupils trembling intensely.
She looked at her hands in disbelief, feeling the long-lost lightness within her.
This was no illusion.
"God...you heard my plea..."
Ira’s body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes misting instantly.
She pressed her upper body tightly against the cold, damp iron plate, her forehead touching the ground, praying again in an extremely humble posture.
This time, when she closed her eyes,
What appeared in her mind was no longer the wasteland’s darkness, nor the crude wooden sculpture.
A golden Great Sun, burning with endless flames, was rising in her deepest consciousness.